Burlesque Dancer with red tassel

She gazes thoughtfully, her cheeks flushed rouge
Her erotic clothing tells her trade
Breasts supported, young, firm, a tassel ready to tease
But her face shows signs of age.
She holds her womb, so nuturing, so much love
Caressing the life that grows
Duplicity of life, the pain, the hurt
Self Love – the only love she really knows